The Third Door Novels & Stories

Jon thinks to himself. At last, they've reached the end of a corridor. Before they Stood a huge steel double door about 10feet in height and in width. Jon pulled out from his shirt a necklace which he and the other members of the higher tier kept with their person all the time even when sleeping. The necklace was triangular with a symbol of a half-open eye in the middle and some strange symbols around it. He raised the pendant in front of him murmured a few words chanting. On the center of the double doors is a circular symbol same as the pendant, after Jon finished chanting, immediately it moves spinning slowly and shrinking back inside the door. Sounds of metal machinery can be heard, gear

Cat said as she turned and headed towards the door of the secret office on the third floor. When they got to the place where the door should have been, Deena was confused. It looked like just another place in the wall. Deena was about to ask Cat about it when she opened a hidden panel on the wall and punched in some numbers. A door popped open in the spot in front of them on the wall. Cat reached up and opened the door as she stepped aside and waved Deena in.

He continues. “Oh.” My Mom can only say when we heard another ding and the doors open on the 3rd floor. Jack steps out of the elevator and turns left. This floor looks a lot like the hallway on the ground floor except for, it has rooms line up into a long passageway. With its gold doors gleaming under the drop lights above us, it makes me feel like I am royalty.

Miles asked scrunching his brows. They were so engrossed in the walking, they didn’t even realize there were three doors there. “It will not hurt to try them all,” Kale said looking at them pathetically. There was no pain in checking the three doors for which was the right one. Right? Angela saw something unusual at the back of the scroll. It was writing. “There is something written at the back of the scroll,” Angela said as Justin turned the scroll to the back. “Also if you pick the wrong door you are going to another floor.” Why does she have to speak in riddles? Angela asked rhetorically. What did that even mean?

Dad asks. “The first time Aldric brought me here, Aldric showed me two things, two huge doors about the height of a skyscraper, and one of those doors led you to paradise, the place where the good wolves that died are, and then the other where the bad wolves go when they die and they are tormented by demons,” I say. “So does this means your mom might be in there?” Dad asks. “Yes, Dad, and Aldric and all the rest of them,” I say, with a sad smile on my face.

She paused at the landing and waited. The house waited with her. There was no warning and no denial, only readiness, patient and unbothered. She continued upward. The second floor responded as it always had, clean and neutral, doors opening where they always had. She moved down the hall and confirmed access with careful familiarity, opening and closing doors she had opened countless times before. Everything answered her touch until it did not. The third floor door stood closed, its surface unremarkable. She had passed it often without truly seeing it. Now she studied it with deliberate attention. There was no keypad, no visible lock, no handle that distinguished it from any other door.

I refuse to give that up. I rush through the lobby, looking for the stairwell. Once I find it, I rush up, stopping at each level to search for that scent. I step onto the third-floor landing, and her scent hits me. I let it carry me down the hall and around the corner. There’s a placard on the door, 325. She’s behind this door, behind the door where the scent is clawing at me, begging me to enter. I lean against the door, making sure that my scent is hidden. I hear voices and other noises coming from behind that door. I can’t go in there now, I can’t risk being seen.

"This is the Third Trial." Kael looked around. "What are we supposed to do?" Aster's smile faded. "Choose." The word lingered in the air. Before either of them could ask another question, the village vanished. In its place stood two doors. One was made of white stone. The other was black. Ancient symbols glowed across both. Elyan appeared beside them. "The Third Trial measures choice." Rhydian crossed his arms. "What's behind the doors?" "The future."

She added, stretching her right hand towards me. “No, another note, right? Another note to make me get worried.” “If you can't answer me then leave my room, right now,” I spoke angrily. “I don't have enough time, just believe me.” She dropped a key on the floor and hurried towards the door. “When the night goes off tonight, use this, the third door on the north wing.” She said standing right in front of the door. “You know I can't do that.” Her hand was now on the knob of the door and she replied to me, “You have to if you really want to know the truth.”

No words, just a nod and a paper tucked between the seats: “Let the angels guide you. Cathedral of Bones. Door 3.” They drove in silence through the city’s oldest quarters, Baroque corners and crooked alleys where cobblestones remembered older blood. They stopped near the Church of Saint Peter in Chains. The woman motioned toward a side stairwell carved into centuries-worn stone. Isolde descended alone. The air turned cold fast. Humid with ancient incense and mildew. Door 3 was carved with archangels and lined with wax-dripped candelabras. She placed her palm flat against it. The door gave way silently.